shout your confessions meme

[devoutish]

1) Post a comment with your character spilling their confessions and innermost thoughts for all to see
2) Go around and comment to other characters ICly, expressing shock, awe, disgust, anger, etc.
3) Discuss, accuse, commiserate, threadjack, etc.

Comments

[devoutish]

Are you sure?

[jumpthegun]

He was a serial killer. He was about to kill my flatmate. The police were late... I had a clear shot. It's not some grand criminal design, is it? No one asked me. I just didn't say.

[devoutish]

Look, mate, I'm not disapproving.

[jumpthegun]

No, you wouldn't, would you? I don't need your approval for it either, Mr. Solomons. I'm not proud of it, I just don't regret it.

[devoutish]

Seems to me you've got the right attitude.

[jumpthegun]

... Okay. What d'you want from me, mate? Every time we talk, I swear to god it's like we're playing mind-games or something. D'you like me? D'you wanna be friends? I think we both know that's not happening. Just letting me know you respect me? Okay? Really not sure how to feel about being respected by a gangster. Are you trying to get me to agree that crime's okay if it's for the right reasons?

What is it?

[Right. So. Maybe his paranoia is naturally stronger with Alfie. The man just sets him on every possible edge by being chummy.]

[devoutish]

I don't want to be friends.

[He's totally just going to let you wonder about the rest of it though, Watson.]

[jumpthegun]

[Alfie, he is going to punch you.]

Game? I'm sure this is really funny for you. Not s'much for me.

[devoutish]

Every time we talk, I learn a bit more about you. It's nice, yeah?

[jumpthegun]

Not really, no. Could do with you knowing less about me, not more.

[devoutish]

Once the knowledge is in my head, yeah, it can't be taken out. Less is not gonna happen.

[jumpthegun]

[John bristles. Then draws himself up, rolls his shoulders back.]

Right...

You wanna go? I'd give you first hit for the cane and all, but I don't really expect that'll make much of a difference.

[devoutish]

I do not wanna fight you, no.

[jumpthegun]

Then what the bloody hell do you want? To learn more about me? Why? What are you going to do with that information?

[devoutish]

All right, mate. All right. Truth.

We're stuck here together. I do not want unknown elements around me. You, especially; I do not fully trust that you won't set your sights on making my business your own. It's not personal, yeah? And I don't plan on striking first. But if you do strike, I don't want to be left reeling. I want to see it coming.

[jumpthegun]

Oh, my god... really? I already told you, mate. I've got more important things going on than you unless you plan on going on a murder spree or something.

[devoutish]

Forgive me for not completely trusting your word.

I'm not spending time much time thinking about it, right, but it's something I will keep in mind.

[jumpthegun]

You're more paranoid than me. And that is impressive, mate. I guess in your line of work, you sort of have to be like that, yeah? [He doesn't sound impressed by this.]

[devoutish]

If I was paranoid I'd be fixating. It's preparedness, yeah?

[jumpthegun]

Prepared for a random bloke to just turn on you without provocation?

[devoutish]

I may do things you would take as provocation. You've given me reason to wonder, a bit, in the conversations we've had.

[jumpthegun]

Well, now. What are you planning to do, Mr. Solomons?

[devoutish]

Nothing. But things do happen, Dr. Watson, and I did nearly take a man's ear off recently. Would you really stand by, if you knew that?

[jumpthegun]

That would depend on why you were taking his ear off, Mr. Solomons.

[devoutish]

And answers like that are why I'm keeping an eye on you. You want to be ignored? Next time, right, next time go for "Yes, because it's none of my fucking business and I haven't been asked to intervene, Mr. Solomons".